Blanket A Child in Love

When you walk into a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, or NICU, you may notice a sea of blankets thrown over the incubators, a parent next to each one, worried, tired, and anxious.  Since the lights are so bright, parents will shield the light a bit with a blanket over the incubator – and in many ways there is an implied “swaddling” in that gesture.  It is a wrapping of that precious little body in every loving way possible, even if the physical act is not yet allowed.

I cannot imagine giving birth, only to find that my delicate little infant not well because she was born too early, or has a birth defect.  And so it is to the babies, AND the parents, that we gift our blankets.  As I described a bit in a previous blog, A Sweet Memory, blankets can come to mean quite a bit to parents as much as to their babies.  There’s nothing like the snuggling warmth of a soft blanket for a parent, as he waits in anticipation of her arrival or his survival.

When I found out about the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Dell Children’s Medical Center, I found out immediately whether we could get involved and donate blankets.

If you would like to donate, we will be giving blankets to Dell Children’s Medical Center NICU year round.  You are welcome to leave a message of love with your donation.

May we wrap many babies in hand-made love for years to come.

You wouldn’t believe it, but they’ll take the blankie.

So this is Baby Girl, hands on that satin trim already.  In my post What is it About a Blankie, I talk about when I first noticed that Baby Girl was hooked to the corner of her blankie.  She would run her fingers over that pointed satin and it would get her to sleep night after night!

Well, in this pic, you can already see where the habit started.  This is Baby Girl at just a few days old and she already has the corner of the blanket figured out!

That picture was taken moments before I scooped her delicate little body in my arms.  Her back was as soft as peach fuzz.  She was born at the end of November, and yet in this unpredictable Texas weather I had no choice but to let her teeny little body breathe.  It was hot that day.

There are moments, when she’s curled up in my arms, that I can still see that little baby.  Except there are hugs, kisses, and lots of tickles now, and every day is, somehow, sweeter…